What a labour writing is ... making one sentence do the work of a page; that's what I call hard work.
To depend upon a profession is a less odious form of slavery than to depend upon a father.
It seems as if an age of genius must be succeeded by an age of endeavour; riot and extravagance by cleanliness and hard work.
How then did it work out, all this? How did one judge people, think of them? How did one add up this and that and conclude that it is liking one felt, or disliking?